THE HOURS PASSED US

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Kindra M. Austin Reviews Kristiana Reed’s Between the Trees

"My reflection in the train window settles between the trees beyond the glass lining the field of gold." In itself, the opening of the title poem speaks of forlorn reluctance, wishes, and wonders. It must be because there’s something so powerful and intimate about one’s reflection; we study ourselves and pick up every nuance, whether … Continue reading Kindra M. Austin Reviews Kristiana Reed’s Between the Trees